it wasn't supposed to be, but for some reason it felt like a day of conclusions. first i went to the village thrift store, where some girl (on the infinitesimal chance ol' girl's reading this--short black hair, black skirt, duct-taped slides) browsed the record stacks with me. we talked a bit about the thrift-store ubiquity of things like
herb alpert,
henry mancini and that board game,
kensington (always in the record section). we made fun of
donny osmond and that
travolta/
newton-john album. i bought, among other things,
suzi quatro and a
diana ross 12-inch from the '
thank god it's friday' soundtrack. on her way out, ol' girl ran up to me and said 'i hope you have a really nice life.' lovely. it's too bad 'it made my day' is, like, a silly cliche.
then, later, i went to the subway, where i was waited on by michael, my old best friend joe's cousin. joe's working on a dig in new mexico. i ought to write him an email. michael asked me if i ever saw another old pal. alas, i don't. i wish i did. also, michael lives, like, right down the road from me. 'it's a small world' is an even bigger cliche than 'it made my day.'
i wish i were better at keeping in touch with people. i wrote down some quote a long time ago about people moving in and out of our lives like busboys at a restaurant, the entrances and exits going mostly unnoticed. entropy. things fall apart. it's too bad. i miss people. (note to whomever: if you're some old pal of mine, look me up.)